Thursday, March 17

Body: Feeling quite good. Session went really well, deadlifts from the floor (at last!) flew up, although Dustin kept me reigned in, and I was quite annoyed by him for it. (Doesn't he get that I gotta take the good days whenever I get them, because there is little rhyme or reason as to when or why they come?!) I tried to add snatches after flexed arm hangs, but my calluses refused to allow it, so I did swings. And then once again I was delighted to feel the urge to round up my pulls.

Brain: Solid. Got a lot done, enjoyed my coworkers and bosses, had a fun session, had a fun meeting, enjoyed a little NSS celebration of our clients before heading home. Incredibly generous donation to Relay from the huz of my much-missed friend Mary. I can't even explain why I think about her so often, other than because cancer fucking sucks. It was quite gratifying to see that donation coming from someone so impacted, and so large besides. I literally had tears in my eyes and a hand over my heart as I read the donation. A very good day.

About Me

And every day, the world will drag you by the hand, yelling, "This is important! And this is important! And this is important! You need to worry about this! And this! And this!"
And each day, it's up to you to yank your hand back, put it on your heart and say, "No. This is what's important."
--Iain Thomas